Shanhe Wanli'an

Xie Xian walked to the window, stretched out his hand and pushed the window open, the cold wind that belonged to the night rushed all over Xie Xian, Xie Xian coughed violently, he quickly took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket to cover his mouth and nose, Holding on to the window sill, he bowed his back slightly, coughing so loudly.

He looked down at the handkerchief, the white handkerchief was dotted with blood, like red plums blooming in the cold winter.

Xie Xian's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to close the window. Just as his fingertips touched the window, his heart throbbed violently. His whole body's movements seemed to be slowed down, and his fingertips slipped from the window. , he clutched the skirt of his clothes tightly, hunched over.

With a "vomit", a mouthful of blood was spat out on the ground by him.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I don't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, this strength is not enough, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt..."

He murmured in a low voice, as if this really didn't hurt, he could only keep these words in his heart in the past, and he would never have the slightest weakness when there were people around.

Weakness can put him to death and drag him into the boundless purgatory.

Xie Xian staggered along the wall towards the door, his blood was left everywhere he passed.

Ji Min is not here, he wants to find Fang Zaiye.

The gate was right there, and it was only a few steps away, but he seemed to be unable to reach it no matter how he walked.

Xie Xian felt the voice in his ear gradually fade away, his expression was in a trance, he looked up at the door, only felt that the door was moving, the whole room was moving, and the sky turned dizzy.

Suddenly his eyes went dark, all the strength in his legs faded, he fell directly to the ground, and something followed him to the ground with a "bang".

He didn't know what he had knocked over now, but he unconsciously curled up his trembling body, and the chanting in his mouth gradually dissipated into the air.

I don't know how much time has passed, Xie Xian felt in a daze that the door was opened, and the cold wind poured in, blowing on him, as if he was falling into an ice abyss, he hugged himself even tighter.

"It's not cold, it doesn't hurt, it's not cold, it doesn't hurt..."

The monk in white was dressed in frost and walked in. He immediately saw Xie Xian lying on the ground and hugging him tightly.

The pupils shrank slightly, and the white clothes floated in the air, leaving behind benzoin.

Ji Min squatted beside Xie Xian, holding him in his arms, listening to Xie Xian's murmur, he suddenly felt tightness in his chest.

"Sorry, I came back late."

Ji Min hugged Xie Xian, Xie Xian was very thin and light, he could feel Xie Xian's bones holding him through the very thick material, now Xie Xian was thinner than last time he hugged him lock up.

Apart from restoring Xie Xian's eyes, what else is Xuezhi used for?

There was coldness in Ji Min's eyes, he carried Xie Xian out of the study, walked a short distance, and entered Xie Xian's bedroom.

He put Xie Xian on the bed, took off his bloody coat, and wiped off the blood on his body, but he didn't find that the blood on Xie Xian's body had stained the middle sheet and his clothes.

After working for a long time, he pulled the quilt over Xie Xian's body, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Xie Xian staring at him with open eyes.

Ji Min asked softly: "Are you awake? Still feeling uncomfortable?"

Xie Xian suddenly whispered: "Brother Qing..."

Ji Min frowned slightly, turned around suddenly, looked at Xie Xian above in surprise, and didn't know where he got the strength to press him down.

Xie Xian put his hands on Ji Min's chest, and laughed in a low voice, as if mocking and helpless: "Brother Qing, you? Your Chu family...is there a good thing, it has hurt our Xie family to the extreme..."

"Back then...if you hadn't been there...this girder wouldn't have been...such a scene..."

Ji Min's expression froze, and the temperament around his body instantly changed to the coldness of melting snow in the winter. He raised his hand and pinched Xie Xian's chin, and said coldly, "You? Who are you calling?"

Xie Xian felt a little pain, he looked at Ji Min's eyes with confusion, and murmured: "Brother Qing? Ji Min..."

"Ji Min..." Xie Xian called out meaninglessly.

Only then did Ji Min's face soften a little, and suddenly he opened his eyes wide, full of shock.

Xie Xian leaned over and touched Ji Min's face with his cold and slender fingers, and touched Ji Min's brow with his cold lips, and kissed Ji Min's eyelids tenderly and reverently, from eyelids to lips, lingering all the way, finally Pausing between the lips, he kissed her repeatedly, not daring to make any other movements.

The most pious kiss, not daring to blaspheme his national teacher.

His kiss defeated Ji Min's concentration and strength of meditation for so many years.

Ji Min felt that this kiss was like a lingering war, which made him almost defeated, throwing away his helmet and armor.

Ji Min looked at Xie Xian's eyes flickering? He has been locked in the delusions deep in his heart for many years, just like dry weeds, the spring breeze blows, and the grass grows and the warblers fly.

Xie Xian panted slightly and supported his ear: "I was in Dongjiang for four years, and I wrote a letter every day, but in the last half a year I stopped writing, because my eyes and ears were inconvenient, and it was inconvenient for the letter to be written by others ..."

Xie Xian raised his head slightly, looked ahead but seemed to be there? Through the front, he didn't know where he was looking, and murmured blankly: "Now I counted and wrote a thousand 310 four letters, didn't I? Send one out... ..."

Ji Min felt that once those delusional thoughts in his heart tore a small hole in the prison, they couldn't be locked up anymore, and the weeds instantly spread to the sky.

Lord Buddha, please forgive the disciple for blaspheming you, the person in front of the disciple is the only one who cannot be separated from the disciple.

Ji Min stared deeply at Xie Xian, wanting to engrave him in his heart, he clasped Xie Xian's shoulders, turned over abruptly, pressed Xie Xian under his body, leaned over and kissed Xie Xian's lips, and pried open the lips. The lips and teeth deepened this kiss with years of delusion.

Xie Xian was so fascinated by the kiss, he frowned, and exhausted all his strength to press Ji Min under his body again, he looked at Ji Min and laughed foolishly, he raised his hand and patted Ji Min's face, apparently already I don't know anyone anymore.

"Which family's little master is this? Let the master love you well, don't worry, if you follow the master, you won't lose money?"

Ji Min: "..."

What a mess.

Xie Xian leaned down and kissed Ji Min lingeringly, at the same time began to pull Ji Min's skirt, but he didn't pull it away for a long time.

"Why is it so tight?" Xie Xian muttered, he leaned on Ji Min's chest and began to bite his teeth, slipped his hand along the hem of his clothes, kneading Ji Min's side waist.

Ji Min sighed, looking at Xie Xian's eyes full of doting, he pampered Xie Xian.

After a while, the hands on his waist stopped moving, and a faint snore sounded, and Xie Xian fell asleep on his body.

Ji Min: "..."

He pushed Xie Xian away from him, sat up, looked down at himself, his expression became more and more helpless, he turned his eyes to look at Xie Xian who was sleeping like a pig because of exhaustion, he raised his hand and rubbed Between eyebrows, sigh.

And then? After passing over Xie Xian, pulled the quilt over Xie Xian's body, tucked it in, and then lay down next to Xie Xian, Xie Xian seemed to feel something rubbing against his side.

Ji Min slightly pursed his lips, lying on the ground straight, letting the night cold soak into his body.

Alas, Buddha, the disciples have not yet blasphemed you.

In the early morning, crisp birdsong rang out the window, and the thin paper window could not completely resist the invasion of the rising sun. Today is a rare good weather in Jizhou, and the bright sunshine broke the darkness in Xie Xian's bedroom.

"Xie Xian! Get up quickly, when you arrive in Jizhou, you can't sleep in anymore!"

Outside the house, Fang Zaiye, who had packed up early, knocked on Xie Xian's door, trying to wake Xie Xian up.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, Lord Marquis!"

"Thank you, Master!"

"Tsk." Xie Xian frowned.

who!Disturbing dreams!

He opened his eyes angrily, and suddenly felt something beside him? What's wrong, he turned his head suddenly.

Sadness? !Why is he here!

He sat up abruptly, opened his mouth wide and looked at Ji Min in shock, suddenly he thought there were countless small needles pricking his head, he rubbed the center of his brows, trying his best to recall what happened last night.

He wanted to find Ji Min, who would have thought that the poison had exploded, and then he seemed to see Chu Qing... Wasn't there a little monk after that, and he seemed to be a bully to that little monk...

Little monk? !Overlord! !

He lifted the quilt and saw that there was a spot of blackened blood on the bed sheet, and Ji Min's clothes were in a mess, and the red blood was more conspicuous on the white clothes.

He looked at Ji Min with a pale face, and he wanted to die.

Although he had been thinking about this matter all the time, he didn't dare to really do it...

Now, he has ruined Ji Min's practice... There are so many national teachers in Daliang, and Du Du Ji Min's practice has been ruined...

He's guilty...

Lord Buddha, I didn't mean to destroy your disciple's virginity!

It all depends on the blood gu!

Ji Min was awakened by Xie Xian's movement, he opened his eyes, his handsome face was full of confusion just waking up, his eyes flickered, his lips were slightly red and swollen, unlike the usual cold appearance, falling on Xie Xian The idle eyes are very charming.

Buddha, you see that your disciple is so charming, teach me how to control it?

It's hard to restrain yourself, it's hard to restrain yourself.

"What's wrong?" Jimin asked with a frown, feeling Xie Xian looking at him strangely.

"We...last night..." Xie Xian dodged his eyes, and made a sound to test intermittently.

"You? Remember everything?"

"Well, I remember..."

"Xie Xian! Get up!" Fang Zaiye was still standing outside the door perseveringly calling Xie Xian to get up.

"Is uncle up yet?"

Fang Zaiye heard the sound and looked, Chu Jingxing and King Yu were walking side by side.

"Not yet, he can't cry no matter what, he usually wakes up at the slightest movement, why is he sleeping so sleepily today." Fang Zaiye said with a frown.

"Hmph, maybe I'm too tired to get out of bed." King Yu snorted coldly.

"How to say?" Chu Jingxing asked.

"I woke up last night and saw the national teacher carrying him in, and the national teacher has never come out since then." King Yu's face was full of disdain, and he turned his eyes to Chu Jingxing, "In the future, stay away from the two of them , Longyang is not advisable, so as not to bring you down?"

Chu Jingxing looked at him without words and let out a long sigh.

"Uncle! National teacher! Are you inside?" Chu Jingxing said loudly.

Sitting on the bed, Xie Xian was still doubting his life and himself.

At this moment, Ji Min has tidied herself up, but her clothes are wrinkled and need to be changed.

"I'll go back to my room and change clothes."

"Hey! Don't..." Xie Xian said in horror, but he still didn't stop Ji Min.

With a "creak", the door of the confined room was finally opened, and the three of them turned their heads to look at the door in unison, and Ji Min walked out from inside refreshed.

The three of them looked at Ji Min speechless for a moment, Ji Min nodded to them and then walked past them and left.

Looking at the blood on Ji Min's body, they couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing.

so crazy?

"Uncle, we're coming in!" Chu Jingxing called to Xie Xian in the bedroom.

"do not!"

Xie Xian made another noise but still failed to stop them, he saw Fang Zaiye rushing in, Chu Jingxing pulled the reluctant King Yu to follow closely, Xie Xian held his forehead speechlessly, buried his face in the cotton wool quilt inside.

"Uncle, you..." Chu Jingxing looked at the messy bed and the blood on the bed sheet, and naturally thought of what King Yu said.

"I didn't expect you to be able to sit up. It seems that Ji Min is not very good at it." King Yu mocked.

"You? Shut up!" Chu Jingxing glared at King Yu, who snorted coldly at Xie Xian, turned his face away and said nothing.

"Stop talking, it's all my fault." Xie Xian raised his head lifelessly from under the quilt.

"You?? It doesn't look like it." Fang Zaiye looked disbelieving.

"I will take responsibility for him!" Xie Xian slapped the quilt abruptly, firmly.

The three looked at him suspiciously: "You????"

Is it really not that he is responsible for you?

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